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Teyla looked into Ronon's eyes. She had known him for over two years now. She couldn't remember a time that they were in the same room and she didn't feel drawn to him, like he was a magnet trying to pull her in. Now, for the first time, she could see in his eyes that he felt the same. She didn't know what to do. She knew what she wanted to do, but would that be wise? She just waited; staring into the most gorgeous eyes she'd ever seen. She felt as if the eyes were looking into her soul, searching for something. Then, they got closer. She closed her eyes. She felt his hand on her cheek, then his lips on hers. The touch was soft, but yet the most passionate thing she'd ever experienced. He pulled away slightly and looked into her eyes to survey her emotions. She smiled, put her hands around his neck, and pulled herself up to him. This time, it wasn't quite as soft, but more loving and passionate then before. She no longer had to worry about what to do or how to feel. This was real. This was perfect. This was love.
Ronon was walking Teyla to her quarters when he stopped. He had to. He couldn't take this any longer; he couldn't pretend to be someone he wasn't, it was killing him. He stood there wondering what to do, how to tell this beautiful, short woman that he was in love with her. She wasn't moving, just looking back at him. Why wasn't she asking why he stopped? What should he do? He couldn't think while looking into her eyes; they were too captivating. Before he could think, he leaned down. What was he doing? His body took over, his mind was no longer in control. Why am I kissing her? What if she doesn't feel the same? Is this really worth the risk of losing her if she doesn't feel the same? All of these questions rushed into his head at the same time. As soon as he had control again, he pulled away, afraid that he'd done too much damage, longing for a sign that she felt the same. She smiled! Wait! What does that mean? Is that like a "I love you, too Ronon", or a "Oh, Ronon, you're so clueless" smile? What did I just do? What is she thinking!? He saw her arms go up and felt her body press against his. So that's what the smile meant. He thought as he enjoyed the moment. She really felt the same as he did. She loved him too. He could finally relax and follow his heart; no more pretending. This is what he'd waited so long for. This was love.